1 December 2012
Once, I beheld the spring-time trees and I Marvelled at their colours: greens, browns, purples - A festive trinity - adorned the leaves. The showers came and went while the trees grew.
Then the sun slowly strengthened, adding a Majestic lustre to the sheets so green. Hot with optimism at the blossom- Laden breeze, I awaited the next phase.
Those royal trees seemed agèd, with great beards Of foliage fading to brown and grey. The gradual chill whispered their newly Earned wisdom, and I thought the journey done.
Frosty Jack had more to say however, And ripped the leaves with barbs of ice and snow. Those trees stand barren now and I would mourn, But that I know it will be spring again. It will be spring again.
A Seasonal Glance At Youth's Forest • Opuss № I